Invisible Children co-founder and Kony 2012 director Jason Russell, fresh out of the hospital from his highly-publicized nervous breakdown, was back in finger-snapping glory when he sat down with Oprah yesterday to talk about his meltdown and his new campaign. (But mostly about his meltdown.) Russell's not exactly…

When you picture a "gamer," do you picture someone with a sedentary lifestyle, glued to a screen, slightly obsessed with stuff that has little to do with reality?* Or do you picture a muscle-bound bodybuilder with ripped abs? As it turns out, gamers are a "great fit" at the gym.

They promise to tone, transform, fix, and whittle your body, but all women's fitness magazines really do is help you lose all that flabby self-esteem you've spent years accumulating. How are they bullshit? Let us count the ways.

If you're like me, during the winter months, it's miraculous if you dress yourself, much less leave the house for something not medically necessary. Your workout playlist becomes tiresome, like dog pee saturated snow in a gutter. Let's fix this.

Chrissie Wellington didn't even realize that she was athletic until her early 20's. Now, at 33, she's a globally recognized endurance athlete. Stories like this should make you wonder if you are also secretly Superman.

A few weeks ago, I unloaded about female "fitness" and how our bodies' function as tools has gotten lost in a quest to be thin. Readers responded with their own stories, and what awesome stories they are.

I bought a women's fitness magazine the other day and almost every page equated fitness with losing weight. Get bikini ready in seven days! Lose 12 pounds by tomorrow by doing these three exercises! Hungry? Eat seven almonds! Fuck that.